At three o'clock in the afternoon, they arrived in Shifang.
The sky in early summer is very clean, and the earth is peaceful.
This small county town is both familiar and unfamiliar. Even a vehicle from a foreign land can't disturb her peace. After entering the county seat, Luo Zi reduced the speed of the car to the slowest, which was almost as fast as a huge buffalo walking on the main road. I don't know why, since he entered Sichuan, he has an unspeakable excitement and caution. He was afraid that any of his recklessness and rudeness would become disrespectful to the country; or, he was afraid that the arrival of himself and Joan would awaken the land, the jungle, the hills and the flowing water. They have a pulse, and he, and she, are closely connected. They are listening, and this country is also listening, listening to their footsteps, understanding their thoughts, and judging their future and destiny
The jeep moved slowly and carefully, and then stopped in front of a small hotel. Some children with dirty faces smiled shyly and surrounded them. Joan opened her travel bag and offered them candy and snacks, but the children didn't refuse or stretch out their hands, they just smiled shyly, stepped back, and looked at them from a distance.
The small hotel still has a signboard from the last century: "Supply and Marketing Cooperative Guest House". There are mottled and dull red paint on the door wall, and there are still unteared slogan papers, which promote policies and ideas such as boys and girls are the same, daughters are also heirs, and so on. A woman doing needlework on the stone steps is bathed in the afternoon sun, which warms her back wrapped in a khaki jacket. Seeing two men and women from the city, she quickly put down her needlework, greeted them warmly, and led them into the porch. There is a duty room in the porch, the floor is full of thermos bottles with plastic shells, the calendar on the wall is held by a rusty shelf, and there are printed photos of past movie stars next to it.
Time stopped here, back to the 80s and 90s of the last century.
The woman at the hotel asked them to register in a book with yellowed edges, charged a deposit, and gave Roz a key. They opened the room at the end of the corridor. The soil on the ground was compact and smooth, and there were also stranger's shoe prints. There are only a few wooden beds in the room with thin quilts, and an incandescent lamp hangs from the dusty ceiling in the center of the room. There is no table or cabinet, and a rope is pulled between the beds to dry towels.
The feeling of going back in time almost hypnotized them, and Joan felt herself dozing off, wanting to enter the dreamland of her childhood.
The children who had been watching them just now rushed to the window, tiptoeing to look in, and shouting at each other. Joan was awakened by their voices, and she, full of joy, went out to find them.
Luo Zi didn't move.
This is a man who often lives in a hotel, so he also formed his habitual posture: stand in front of the window, push it away, look at the life outside the window, look at the sky with clouds and without clouds, or look down at the deep night, or look into the distance. The sea in the distance.
Luo Zi pushed open the window of the hotel, and saw the same scene just now. The woman who is doing needlework in the sun is mending half-new and old clothes stitch by stitch. Her work can never be finished, and the time is silent. She is the most powerful helper of the passage of time.
He saw, in the sunlight, over there the filthy children, and there was Joan, standing there dumbfounded, looking at them.
One by one o
Their arrival aroused the curiosity and attention of the local people. Under the eaves, those old men with dark faces raised their palms like tree roots to their foreheads, frowning and squinting at the beautiful couple. Seeing them being so affectionate, they seemed to be people who walked down from a movie.
He walked through many streets with his long arms around her shoulders.
"Happy? Lover?"
"Of course. What about you?"
"With you, there is happiness. You are happiness."
His hands felt the softness of her long hair.
In fact, happiness is always short-lived, so he tried his best to make time stay
The dust in the small town was powerless to spread forward, and the children who had been following behind at a leisurely pace also dispersed one by one. They came to the edge of the small county town and saw the famous ancient temple Conglin Temple.
Joan suddenly cried out: "I've been here, Roz, I've been here"
"When? You have never been to Shifang, how did you come here? Did you come here in a dream?"
"I have no idea."
"Shu people are good witches and ghosts, you won't be possessed by ghosts, right?"
"I am a female ghost, here to catch you."
"Of course I like being caught by you." Luo Zi said, "But why did you come here"
"Don't you believe it? I know the long couplets in the Daxiong Palace, and I also know the squares here."If you can't hide it, what should you do?" "
"Be safe, be tolerant, and act wisely."
"Then, I still want to ask a teacher, should I have a dream?"
"Dreams have their own, but they can only be enjoyed by them, not by their sufferings. My Buddha is in the Western Paradise, and I dream of the Land of Ultimate Bliss, which is approaching day by day"
It was dusk when they left the ancient jungle temple, and the monks, migrant workers, and pilgrims in the temple did not know where they were going.
Luo Zi said: "Just now, I also saw that he is indeed blind. What a strange thing. What did he say to you?"
"He said he was eager to go to the Western Paradise, but it was far from there."
Luo Zi smiled: "He doesn't travel, of course the place he wants to go will always be far away."
? In the green tomb at sunset, the linden leaves move slightly in the wind, and the twilight floods in.
Luo Zi felt extremely hungry in his belly.
He looked around. Just now, when the abbot was waiting for Joan outside, he saw a man and a woman approaching and sizing him up, and they disappeared in a blink of an eye.
"What are you looking for?" Joan asked.
Luo Zi didn't speak.
He was deeply impressed: the man's skin was rough and his expression seemed familiar. The woman has a pair of beautiful and focused eyes, and there are two clusters of purple-black "plateau red" on her cheeks. They are dusty and have chapped lips, as if they came from afar. They all seem to want something from him, but they avoid each other, afraid that the other party will find themselves approaching the man driving the jeep from the south, like playing hide-and-seek.
"Roz, I'm cold." Joan said.
When the cool breeze picked up, he hugged her tightly.
On the street, the rickshaw driver was running fast, and the goose herding children drove the geese, walking slowly on the way home.
Suddenly, one of his tears fell on her face.
She raised her face to look at him.
"Little girl, this is my hometown, we are walking in my hometown"
He lowered his head and looked for her lips. Warm tears quickly moistened her chapped skin from the evening wind. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com